The very second the owners are finished and the roar of blood in their ears gives way to the sad mechanical squeaking of pistons and gears, saying in their own, wordless way, “You once were a loser…now you’re a broke loser”, there’s gonna be a serious uptick in the amount of suicide victims found with rubber heads attached to their empty sacks.

This is fucked up the more I think about it. The real human hair, and baggy old winter jackets makes it look like it was modeled after a homeless old heroin addict. I bet you could make a bundle by renting it out to a Tokyo karaoke club or maybe the tri lambda parties in colleges.